Emily & Charlotte (N.Thomas/C.Stipetic) This moorland isolation, sleeping centuries surround You can feel the Earth rotating as the core beats out aloud Cumulous and cirrus float above my head As I recall the bitterness of everything she said       My heart is somehow warm here       As if Emily and Charlotte are by my side, by my side       Maybe I'm confronting something       Challenging my past, personified, reconciled I'm offended by my left hand in my right handed hell And I'm reminded of the Heartland reading 'Curer Bell' Ancient words that cannot harm you As they sleep beneath their tomb - a crystallised cocoon A hollow empty room, another makeshift womb A moths erratic flight under thirty watts of light In my final degradation can atonement still begin? A last chance for salvation as the walls start closing in